Letting It Go – A Poem
The anger still
tries to raise
it’s ugly head
within me. When
the dragon roars,
it is as
if I am
viewing myself from
a distance above
my head, looking
down. I’m watching
myself and don’t
recognize myself, what
I become when
I’ve lost myself
in pure emotion.
I always come
back to myself,
so that I
can see out
of my own
eyes once more.
When I come
back to myself,
I look around
at the fires
that I started
with my own
breath, with my
wordless wails of
woe and rage.
Afterwards, I sit
and remember to
breathe. This time,
I need the
wind on my
face, the earth
under my feet.
I find a
bench by a
city street and
sit there, letting
the world pass
me by. I
begin to cry,
the tears sliding
down my face.
Soon, the tears
pool at my
feet. The puddle
begins to grow,
the tears forming
first a stream
and then a
river where the
road used to
be. The drivers
ride along the
waves as if
nothing is wrong.
I realize that
I am the
only one who
can see the
water. It’s waves
lap against my
feet. I hear
a voice inside
speaking softly, gently,
in my ear:
“Let it go.”
I open my
mouth and tilt
my head to
the sky. Leaves
pour out of
my mouth, each
of them pointy
and black in
colour. There are
tinges of red
along the edges.
As each leaf
leaves my mouth,
it rides along
the air for
a moment before
landing in the
water. The leaves
make ripples in
the water that
radiate outward. Soon
the water is
filled with leaves,
a sea of
them. As each
leaf hits the
water, I feel
lighter, as if
I’m regaining a
part of myself.
Soon, the flow
of leaves from
my mouth slows
and then stops.
I simply watch
as the leaves
are taken away
by the water
that only I
can see.
